[Itwæs Nom]

Gnaw, on 30 August 2018 - 08:53 PM, said:

Itwæs Nom, on 30 August 2018 - 08:47 PM, said:

But really last weekend was simply incredible and unforgettable so I can't complain about my life for some time now

What was their name? And pics or it didn't happen!

Whose? Well its not like I was sharing any names anyway

Oh there are some pics indeed...

This post has been edited by Itwæs Nom: 30 August 2018 - 10:50 PM

[Tattersail_]

Nom that makes planning this round easier as I had two choices and one of them included gaining an SO. I see why you popped it early though. Well played young sir.

[Galactic Council]

Imperial Historian, on 30 August 2018 - 01:25 PM, said:

Morgoth, on 30 August 2018 - 07:29 AM, said:

Tattersail_, on 30 August 2018 - 07:22 AM, said:

Can Gnaw use Direct Hit action cards on those dreads that sustained damage?

Nope. Direct hit is only for damage sustained during combat.

Technically the space cannon phase is within combat so direct hits could be played.

Actually, Space Cannon Offense, if I'm not mistaken, is part of the Movement phase.

[Itwæs Nom]

I'll try to keep this concise because you could easily write a whole book about the 4 days

Our last evening there.

A friend of mine, we'll call him B, who is already probably more than little crazy when sober, had been on... variably high dosages of various drugs nonstop since before we arrived. Alcohol, weed, ecstacy, mdma, cocaine. He only slept a few hours outside on 2 out of 3 nights we were there, only ate a handful of snacks I shared with him and spent a lot of time dancing at the dj stage - aka big circus tent.

There was another guy with us, same drugs plus meth and lsd, except in more reasonable dosage. Reasonable, yeah, that's the one word that explains that beahviour the least, whatever. These 2 might just have been the highest people on the fest.

It was around midnight, most of the people already went to sleep mostly because of alcohol/drug/sleep mismanagment, few left of us at the circus tent, including B. He and another guy went to get some food and then back to the camp for a while, I went with them halfway then went back to dance, nothing unusual happened.

About half an hour later I went to the camp too. Noone was outside, I faintly remember proclaiming something general aloud, a friend of mine answers from his tent that B was taken by an ambulance, that he looked like he was dying so he had to get him some help. This came from someone had already seen him on leathal dose of ecstacy at the same fest last year (I wasn't there) and thought it's impossible to be in a more extreme state. Anyway I went back dancing, told this to the 2 girls who were the last remaining awake from our group. We danced and decided to go back to the camp after a while. In the meantime friend caled me that B's back. We got to the camp and found B leaning on his car looking as fresh as he he could like "where you all at? I was looking for you at the circus tent, wanted to party"

Now what happened from the POV of the campdwellers:
Everyone's inside their tents, suddenly they're awakened by screams and weird sounds. They peer outside and see B lying on the ground gasping, the other high guy kneeling next to him attempting a resuscitation while screaming "don't die! don't die!" and such. He did breathe and all so eventually they got him an ambulance (the second one, the first one sent them away because they were sleeping...) which was supposed to drive him to some other ambulance beyond the town to get him to hospital. On his way there he was talking something about people's ears growing out of proportions and just floating and waving around in the air. The doctors weren't exactly nice to him seeing how high he was so he eventually go them to get him a reverse to sign and be off. He argued he isn't going to some hospital as he doesn't have any way to get back. So he signed it and off he went, 3 kilometres beyond the town we were in, in the middle of the night, high on all the stuff, with a panic fear from darkness. He ran back to the town while hearing people whispering from beyond pickets and stuff and just talking to him (one of the guys followed him and stayed beyond the picket line near our camp when B finally got back, he was named Richard - or so he told him, and kept telling B to go to him), so he found his way back and that's where we found him.

What happened from B's POV:

When he was still at the circus tent, having eaten especially a lot of ecstacy that day, some random guy with dreads gave him some eyedrops, 3 drops into each eye, he didn't waht it was but soon after he went for the food with me and went to camp. The drops were lsd and apparently it was a pretty high dose. GOt back to the camp, smoked a giant bong rip, got cloudy headed and fell on the ground knocking his breath out. That's when the other high guy came in thinking he's dying and tried to resuscitate him, apparently the lsd also kicked in somewhere about this time because you know the floating ears and everyone thinking he's dying. So that was actually all, a knocked breath. And because of that he had to run 3 kilometres through darkness that he had panic fear of while on all those drugs. We only found out about this 2 days later.

The next morning he'd scratch himself under the shirt and we noticed some white shit on his stomach, he pulled the shirt up and we could see he still had those ekg thingies glues to his body. We were never truly convinced that he didn't jump out of the ambulance while it was moving.

Just a tip of the iceberg

[Galactic Council]

Morgoth, on 30 August 2018 - 07:03 AM, said:

Initiate IH's Racial PN

Can you please quote where IH traded you his Racial PN? According to the Game PMs it's currently still in his hand.

[Galactic Council]

Nom, re: your most recent move, the rules say the following:

Quote

A player cannot have more than three totalscored and unscored secret objectives. If he draws a secretobjective and has more than three, he must choose one of hisunscored secret objectives and return it to the deck. Then, heshuffles the secret objective deck.

So I will show you a new Secret Objective, but you will then need to discard one of your unscored Secret Objectives.

[Galactic Council]

Alright, so I've got everything else taken care of, I just need someone to point to where IH gave Morgoth his racial PN for Morgoth's move to be legal.

[Imperial Historian]

I agreed to give morgoth my racial PN (in order to be made speaker) so he took it from me on his turn he just didn't include it in the post.

[Galactic Council]

Imperial Historian, on 31 August 2018 - 02:45 AM, said:

I agreed to give morgoth my racial PN (in order to be made speaker) so he took it from me on his turn he just didn't include it in the post.

Well if he didn't put it in his post then it didn't happen.

Morgoth - please update your turn. You do not have the Creuss racial PN.

[Imperial Historian]

He can just take it from me in his turn right? So the trade is implicit in his move he takes it from me and immediately plays it.

[Galactic Council]

Hmmmm...

Alright, that's a good point - if I'm asking him to update his turn, and that can include that trade, then I'll allow it to go through as is.

That being said - you all need to please ensure to include all the moves necessary to make an action legal when posting.

For now, I will update the map to include Morgoth's move as is.

Morgoth - please include the trade with IH in your post.

[Galactic Council]

Alright, game map updated to the end of Nom's turn.

[D'rek]

Itwæs Nom, on 30 August 2018 - 11:40 PM, said:

I'll try to keep this concise because you could easily write a whole book about the 4 days

Our last evening there.

A friend of mine, we'll call him B, who is already probably more than little crazy when sober, had been on... variably high dosages of various drugs nonstop since before we arrived. Alcohol, weed, ecstacy, mdma, cocaine. He only slept a few hours outside on 2 out of 3 nights we were there, only ate a handful of snacks I shared with him and spent a lot of time dancing at the dj stage - aka big circus tent.

There was another guy with us, same drugs plus meth and lsd, except in more reasonable dosage. Reasonable, yeah, that's the one word that explains that beahviour the least, whatever. These 2 might just have been the highest people on the fest.

It was around midnight, most of the people already went to sleep mostly because of alcohol/drug/sleep mismanagment, few left of us at the circus tent, including B. He and another guy went to get some food and then back to the camp for a while, I went with them halfway then went back to dance, nothing unusual happened.

About half an hour later I went to the camp too. Noone was outside, I faintly remember proclaiming something general aloud, a friend of mine answers from his tent that B was taken by an ambulance, that he looked like he was dying so he had to get him some help. This came from someone had already seen him on leathal dose of ecstacy at the same fest last year (I wasn't there) and thought it's impossible to be in a more extreme state. Anyway I went back dancing, told this to the 2 girls who were the last remaining awake from our group. We danced and decided to go back to the camp after a while. In the meantime friend caled me that B's back. We got to the camp and found B leaning on his car looking as fresh as he he could like "where you all at? I was looking for you at the circus tent, wanted to party"

Now what happened from the POV of the campdwellers:
Everyone's inside their tents, suddenly they're awakened by screams and weird sounds. They peer outside and see B lying on the ground gasping, the other high guy kneeling next to him attempting a resuscitation while screaming "don't die! don't die!" and such. He did breathe and all so eventually they got him an ambulance (the second one, the first one sent them away because they were sleeping...) which was supposed to drive him to some other ambulance beyond the town to get him to hospital. On his way there he was talking something about people's ears growing out of proportions and just floating and waving around in the air. The doctors weren't exactly nice to him seeing how high he was so he eventually go them to get him a reverse to sign and be off. He argued he isn't going to some hospital as he doesn't have any way to get back. So he signed it and off he went, 3 kilometres beyond the town we were in, in the middle of the night, high on all the stuff, with a panic fear from darkness. He ran back to the town while hearing people whispering from beyond pickets and stuff and just talking to him (one of the guys followed him and stayed beyond the picket line near our camp when B finally got back, he was named Richard - or so he told him, and kept telling B to go to him), so he found his way back and that's where we found him.

What happened from B's POV:

When he was still at the circus tent, having eaten especially a lot of ecstacy that day, some random guy with dreads gave him some eyedrops, 3 drops into each eye, he didn't waht it was but soon after he went for the food with me and went to camp. The drops were lsd and apparently it was a pretty high dose. GOt back to the camp, smoked a giant bong rip, got cloudy headed and fell on the ground knocking his breath out. That's when the other high guy came in thinking he's dying and tried to resuscitate him, apparently the lsd also kicked in somewhere about this time because you know the floating ears and everyone thinking he's dying. So that was actually all, a knocked breath. And because of that he had to run 3 kilometres through darkness that he had panic fear of while on all those drugs. We only found out about this 2 days later.

The next morning he'd scratch himself under the shirt and we noticed some white shit on his stomach, he pulled the shirt up and we could see he still had those ekg thingies glues to his body. We were never truly convinced that he didn't jump out of the ambulance while it was moving.

Just a tip of the iceberg

Ummm...

Wow

[D'rek]

Hey IH, when you eventually activate Bereg/Lirta, any chance you could fly your destroyer from the beta-wormhole over to there? Pretty please?

[Galactic Council]

Game map updated to the end of Drek's turn, cause I'm stupidly still awake, and like, that was a really fun turn to watch!

[D'rek]

@Gnaw, think you forgot to subtract a CT from using secondaries?

[Imperial Historian]

D, on 31 August 2018 - 04:03 AM, said:

Hey IH, when you eventually activate Bereg/Lirta, any chance you could fly your destroyer from the beta-wormhole over to there? Pretty please?

I quite like it there to be honest, stops surprise guests popping through the wormhole. Why do you want me to move it?

[D'rek]

Imperial Historian, on 31 August 2018 - 04:16 AM, said:

D, on 31 August 2018 - 04:03 AM, said:

Hey IH, when you eventually activate Bereg/Lirta, any chance you could fly your destroyer from the beta-wormhole over to there? Pretty please?

I quite like it there to be honest, stops surprise guests popping through the wormhole. Why do you want me to move it?

Surprise guests are the best, though! The King of Ensapta is having a birthday party and I want to send him one of those cakes where there's a stripper super-dreadnought hidden inside the cake. I think he'll really appreciate it!

[Imperial Historian]

How does that let you reach ensapta?

And more importantly why should I let you attack my friend gnaw and gain a point?

I'm quite happy to sell my PN to let you generate wormholes, or my action card to let you go from a to b, what you do with it is your business, but i'm not just going to move out of the way so you can attack my friend.

[D'rek]

Imperial Historian, on 31 August 2018 - 04:33 AM, said:

How does that let you reach ensapta?

And more importantly why should I let you attack my friend gnaw and gain a point?

I'm quite happy to sell my PN to let you generate wormholes, or my action card to let you go from a to b, what you do with it is your business, but i'm not just going to move out of the way so you can attack my friend.

Awwwwwwwww

Alright fine, sell them to me.